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A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews :)
Sorry it's taken me a while to post. Finals and stuff... well, I'm now well into the next part, so the next part should be posted much sooner than it took this one to be. I also changed the title to this part. After I went into writing it, it no longer fit the name. I think this one works better, and makes more sense. Hope you enjoy it.
- - - Part 13: The SGC
Mike went to the government provided car after leaving his vacation house, Maggie understandably curious as to why Jack had provided such official looking transportation for her husband to receive a tour of Cheyenne Mountain.
Yesterday, after returning from Rocky Cove, Jack and his team had stayed for dinner, including for her pie, but then had left, promising Mike a tour of Cheyenne Mountain the next day.
Mike seemed excited, but also hesitant. This had at first confused Maggie, but then, who wouldn't be a little nervous? It didn't take a genius to figure out there was more going on in that mountain than just 'Deep Space Radar Telemetry'.
Mike went to the black suburban, unsure who would be greeting him within.
"Mr. McGonagall?" a man in dress blues asked, getting out and opening the door for him.
"Yes," he said, "that's me."
"I am Sergeant Klinger. Colonel O'Neill is waiting; please get in," he said, stepping aside.
So Mike got in, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
- - -
SGC
Jack and Sabin waited at the entrance for Mike, Sabin wearing a smaller version of Jack's uniform, cap and all.
Jack was looking forward to giving the tour to Mike; it was sure to be entertaining.
When they had gotten back from having dinner at Mike's place the previous night, SG-1 immediately dived into the books for a few hours before heading to bed.
Sam already had plans for potions, and had started taking over a storage room for her potion making. Daniel was halfway through one of the history books, taking in everything he could. Even Jack had begun absorbing the books, and already had a number of spells memorized that he wanted to try.
The Legion had contacted them, having decided on a time, requesting the General to tell the Guardian, and whoever would be accompanying him, to be ready at 2 pm in four days. Evidently, the Legion had their own transportation and would be using it in picking the Guardian up—and at the base's helicopter pad, no less.
It had also been decided that only Jack and Sabin would be going (the fact that Daniel and Sam, as well as Teal'c, wanted to spend more time in the books they had bought had nothing to do with it…).
The Legion had also told the General that this day was a special day where the magical nations would gather, introduce their representatives, and partake in a friendly magical prowess display. It was a tradition carried out every ten years. They asked Hammond to tell the Guardian that if he would like reveal himself to the world, this would probably be the most opportune time. Hammond told them he would relay their message, and that the Guardian would decide after their meeting with him before that event in four days.
Finally, Jack and Sabin saw the black suburban coming through the first checkpoint. Mike had arrived.
- - -
Mike was a little intimidated by everything, despite being a retired soldier and all. It was pretty clear this place included a top secret facility, and he knew he was about to find out what it was.
He got out of the suburban, another airman opening the door for him from the outside.
"This way, sir," a Corporal said, leading him to yet another checkpoint.
Crossing the checkpoint, having shown the necessary ID to them, Mike followed the Airman to the entrance.
"Whoa..." Mike breathed, now entering the mountain.
He suddenly realized he had just passed through a ward of some kind—an extremely strong ward.
Was this Sabin's 'Zone' Jack had mentioned earlier?
"Something the matter, sir?" the Corporal asked.
"Um, no. Just impressive facility," Mike replied.
"That it is," the man agreed with a smile.
"Mc!" Sabin called excitedly.
"Hey, Sabin, Jack," he said, going to them.
"Ready?" Jack asked him.
Mike gave a tentative nod.
"Alright, onward!" he said, after excusing the Corporal and Sergeant with a salute.
Jack and Sabin leading the way, they went in and immediately went down, taking the elevator to unnerving depths. Mike could have sworn his ears had popped.
"Okay, first thing—papers!" Jack exclaimed, exiting the elevator with Sabin (receiving a few curious looks from airmen) and leading Mike to the briefing room and Hammond.
"Papers?" Mike asked. "As in, 'sign here and swear on your life, your wife, and house that you will never breathe a word of anything to another soul, living or otherwise'?"
"Those exactly, only we have another paragraph that adds your dog and your lucky underwear," Jack replied.
"Did Sabin have to sign those?"
"No, because he's part of the secret. Besides, he's the Guardian, and Guardians have immunity with those sorts of things," Jack continued, waving one of his hands about, passing it off casually.
"Ah, I see."
Sabin giggled.
They continued down the hall to the briefing room, many soldiers and fellow SGC workers moving about. They then turned into a room with a large table, a short stack of papers, and a general at the end.
"General," Jack greeted, Sabin stopping next to him.
"Colonel. And you must be Mr. McGonagall," Hammond said, going to him and holding out his hand.
"Yes, sir," Mike said, shaking Hammond's offered hand.
"Shall we?" Hammond asked.
Mike nodded, and they all took their seats.
"Captain Carter and the others are currently reading. They will meet you all in the Rec Room," Hammond said, before sliding over the file and a pen to Mike. "These are for you to sign. Before hand, you cannot see anymore than you already have."
"I understand sir," he said, taking the pen and signing the dotted lines on the papers.
He then closed the file and slid it back.
"All set then," Hammond said with a smirk. "Enjoy the tour, Mr. McGonagall."
"I'm sure I will, sir."
And with that, the tour began.
- -
"And here, is the Rec Room," Jack said, opening up his arms and motioning everywhere.
"Hey guys," Daniel said, glancing up from his book after finding a stopping place and bookmarking it. "What do you think so far, Mike?"
"Very impressive, but Jack has yet to tell me what you guys do here exactly," Mike said, a little exasperated.
"All in good time," Jack said, feigning apology, before looking to Sabin. "So, Sabin, think you could do that thing you did after we watched Star Wars in here?" he asked, hopefully.
Sabin grinned, before concentrating and closing his hands into fists. A brown flash overtook the room for a moment, all but Jack never having seen the result before.
"He really does look like an Ewok!" Daniel shouted.
"Told you," Jack said, smiling.
"H-how?" Mike asked, never failing to be surprised by Sabin's power.
"I transfigure my clothes, and then the rest of me is an illusion," Sabin explained, before going back to normal with a white flash.
"So, onto the cafeteria," Jack said, deciding it was best to explain everything over lunch before going to the gateroom (excluding the infirmary from the tour).
- -
Thirty Minutes Later…It was pretty entertaining to watch Mike's eyes grow wider and wider throughout the whole time of telling him about the Stargate Program and what they did.
"—the Goa'uld. But not all things we come across are negative, which is why the program is still being funded, besides the fact we need to know how active our planet's enemies are. We've made a few friends so far with some inhabitants, now having some trading agreements, and alliances with others," Jack said. "But enough of that. I think it'll be best if we just show you."
Mike was in a mild case of shock when Jack led the way to the Gateroom, a voice speaking over the com.
"Chevron 5, encoded," the voice stated, the ring already turning.
"This is SG-7, they primarily do the scientific stuff. Like looking at shiny things in rocks," Jack said, motioning to the SG team geared up and ready to go, the voice continuing the countdown. "And that," he said, pointing to the Gate, "is the Gate."
"Chevron seven, locked."
The blue water-like substance burst forth, making Mike jump.
"Wow…"
"Yeah, it's really purdy," Jack commented.
Mike's shocks continued though when SG-7 went up, stepping into the blue horizon.
All Mike could do was blink as the team disappeared into it. Sabin tried not to giggle upon seeing the man's reactions to everything.
The Stargate then disengaged.
"Well, what do you think?" Jack asked, turning to look at Mike's face.
"We should probably take it slow, I think he's trying not to hyperventilate," Daniel added, glancing over at Mike beside him.
Mike waved him off.
"You expect me to be able to use words?" Mike managed.
"No, not anymore. The expression on your face has told me all I wanted to know," Jack said. "Come on, Mike. Let's go take a look at some gizmos we've gotten from the gate. Now that you've seen this, might as well seen what has come from it."
"Gizmos?"
"Yeah, like zats. Hmm, firing range?" Jack asked, looking at Teal'c.
"It has already been cleared for our use," Teal'c said.
"Perfect," Jack said eagerly. "Let's go. Maybe I'll be able to try some of those spells I read about last night."
"Oh boy," Sam muttered.
"What was that Captain?" Jack asked.
"Nothing sir."
"This is unbelievable…" Mike said to himself as Jack and Sabin led the way to the firing range deep within the mountain (where else are they to practice with alien weapons?).
"You say that now? After you've been told and shown the majority of everything?" Daniel asked.
"I've just begun to get over the initial shock," Mike stated.
"Indeed," Teal'c said, understandingly.
The firing range was a large room capable of containing the blasts from the Goa'uld weapons, and had targets waiting to be hit over twenty yards away on the other side of the room.
"What is that?" Mike asked, as Teal'c and Sam took two zats from the wall.
"A zat'ni'katel," Teal'c answered.
"A zat gun," Jack corrected.
Jack then showed Mike how to hold it, and then, aiming at one of the targets that looked like a rough serpent guard, he fired. Blue lightning rippled across the frame.
"Wow," Mike said.
"Yeah. One shot knocks out. Two in a row kills, and three vaporizes," Jack said.
Mike blinked. Jack saw he needed to show him, so he fire at another target, this time three times.
Btz-Btz-Btz.
It disappeared.
"See? You want to try?" he asked, handing it to him.
Mike hesitantly took hold.
"You aim, press this…yeah, like that, and then just squeeze," Jack instructed as the others got out a few weapons to practice with and spread apart, Sabin staying by Jack's side, however.
Btz.
Mike fired the weapon, sideswiping the target, the others firing as well.
"I have got to get one of these," Mike said, examining the weapon he had just fired.
"How 'bout you, Sabin? Want to try?" Jack asked, about to retrieve another zat.
"No, I can't," Sabin stated.
"Why?" he asked, the others pausing as well in their firing to look at the young Guardian, wondering why he couldn't use a zat.
"When my power levels are nearly full, I would just break them if I fired one," Sabin said. "I suppose if I used some of my energy I could, but I don't know how much I would have to use."
"Interesting," Sam said, putting her weapon down. "So, your powers conflict with Goa'uld technology? Or do they conflict with all energy weapons?"
"All of them, but I don't really need them," Sabin answered with a shrug.
Jack and the others looked very intrigued now.
"Show us," Jack asked eagerly.
"Okay."
Jack and Mike got out of the way so that Sabin would have a lane to himself.
Sabin went forward, bringing his hands up and slowly easing them down as he slid into a solid stance while exhaling and focusing on the far target in front of him.
Bending his elbow, he brought his right hand back, palm up and the three first fingers held out straight, his thumb on his pinky. His left hand was out in front of him, his hand flat and palm slightly angled.
Jack and the others just watched.
Then, something quite unimaginable, especially from a child, they saw white light stream from his center down his right arm and to his hand. A few seconds later, crackling with power, he swept his right food forward and in front of his left as he threw out his golden glowing hand, the light the most intense at the tips of his three fingers.
bbzzZZZZZZZ!
A bolt of golden light shot from his fingers, his black untidy hair being brushed back with an invisible backlash of power.
The bolt ripped through the air and slammed dead center into the figure, but it did not end there. It split; jumping to the two targets of either side of it, leaving charred remains.
"Holy—" Daniel breathed.
"Hannah," Sam finished.
Sabin straightened up and turned to them, looking just as calm and innocent he had a moment before.
"That was one of the first offensive things I learned. The Wielders felt I should know how to take down hostiles," Sabin explained simply.
"Cool," Jack said with a whistle.
"Well, I'll say that's taking them down…" Daniel said as one of the targets plopped over.
"Indeed. Your powers certainly are formidable weapons, Guardian Sabin," Teal'c said.
"Well, I think it's time for me to see what this can do," Jack said, pulling out his wand and getting into his own lane whose target wasn't obliterated by Sabin.
"You're going to try a spell, Colonel?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I'm just running the curse in my head," Jack answered.
"'Curse'?" Daniel asked.
"Offensive Spell," Jack stated.
"Is this an appropriate place to practice, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.
"This is an offensive spell, used to shoot and take out an opponent. Where else, but the firing range, would be better to try it?" Jack asked. "Don't worry, I won't hit any of you."
I'll have plenty of time to do that later, he added to himself, though Sabin gave him a side glance after the thought and fought off a giggle.
"I think we should all back up, just to be safe," Mike said, having witnessed a great deal of magical accidents before, and having been told a few impressive ones by his cousin as well.
The others agreed, getting several yards away, as Jack focused in remembering how to do the spell he had read about the night before.
After a few seconds, the others watching eagerly, he thrust his wand forward, just as the book had said, and shouted, "Reducto!"
It was obvious what he had done wrong the moment the curse began to roar out of his wand. He had put way too much power into it…
Even before it was completely out of his wand, he was lifted off of his feet and whammed back by the shear force of it.
"WHOA!" Jack shouted as his spell went forward and he went backwards.
Jack stopped when he hit the back wall, but before the others heard the thud, the lights flickered and a resounding boom echoed around them.
The target was no more.
"Colonel!" Sam shouted, Daniel and the others calling out as well, finding his form in a heap against the wall.
-poof-
Sabin appeared by his side in an instant, took hold of his arm and…
-POOF-
The others looked at each other.
"Infirmary," Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c stated, before they dashed out, Mike close behind, Airmen looking about in confusion after the odd fluctuation in the lights that had occurred a few seconds before.
- - -
Jack's RoomThey appeared in Jack's room, Sabin having expertly poofed Jack onto his bed.
Jack moaned, moving his left hand to the back of his head as he somehow managed to sit up.
"I think I may have put a little too much power into that one. But the book said to put everything you have into it for the first time, since it's a hard spell to learn," Jack said.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop you. It was just too fast, and I wasn't close enough to you," Sabin said regrettably.
"It's alright. It was my fault, trying something like that first…" he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Here, I can fix that," Sabin said, lifting his hand.
Jack let him touch the forming bump, and when he did, he felt a rush of calming warmth and the dulling of pain.
Sabin finished.
"Wow," Jack said, finding the bump was gone. "Thanks. Do you think when I get a handle on the wand thing, I can do stuff like that?"
"Without a doubt," Sabin said with a grin. "You won't have a problem with them, after you control the amount of power you put in," Sabin continued.
Jack laughed.
"Well, now that I know what it feels like, I don't think it will take me long to learn control," Jack said, realizing his wand was still in his hand. He put it away.
"At first, when you poofed us, I thought we would end up in the infirmary," he said, slowly swinging his legs off the bed. "Why did you poof us to begin with?"
Sabin climbed up and sat beside him.
"The left over power in the room wasn't allowing me to properly assess your injuries, and I didn't want to go to the infirmary where Fraiser wouldn't let me," Sabin said.
"Ah, makes sense. You know, the others are going to assume we went there," Jack said.
"How long do you think until they figure out we aren't in the infirmary?" Sabin asked.
"Not long," Jack said, smirking at the thought, but then sighed. "But I suppose we should go, wouldn't want Fraiser mad at us. She has needles."
"And penlights," Sabin added as they got up and left for the infirmary, both of them ignoring the fact Sabin could just poof them there.
- - -
InfirmaryMoments later, the others burst into the infirmary, not finding it as they had expected but calm and quiet.
"Okay…" Daniel said, not seeing Jack or Sabin anywhere.
"Is there a problem?" Dr. Fraiser asked, going to them.
"They are not here," Teal'c stated.
"Clearly," Mike stated, suddenly realizing Jack had failed to include this place in the tour. Mike wasn't surprised.
"What is going on? Has someone been hurt? Is this about the base wide flicker of power?"
"'Base wide'?" Daniel asked.
"Yes. Everything flickered," Fraiser said.
"Wow," Sam stated.
"Okay, okay, but where's Jack and Sabin?" Mike asked. "It was assumed they would be here, right?"
"Jack and Sabin?" Fraiser asked. "Were they hurt? What happened? And wait, who on earth are you?"
"Mike McGonagall," Mike answered, before Sam broke in and quickly told her what happened.
"Jack probably has a concussion. Did Sabin say where he was taking them?" she asked.
"No, he just poofed," Daniel said.
"Great," Fraiser said.
"Where should we search first?" Sam asked.
"He could be anywhere, he's the Guardian," Mike stated.
The doors opened.
"Colonel!" Fraiser nearly shouted, already armed with her penlight and going towards him.
Jack and Sabin sighed.
"He's alright now," Sabin said. "It wasn't as bad as it looked."
"Or sounded, apparently," Daniel added.
"Where did you two go?" Sam asked.
"A safe place," Sabin replied evasively.
Fraiser passed the penlight over Jack's eyes, and, finding nothing wrong, looked to Sabin.
"Sabin, I understand you are the Guardian and all, but I'd really appreciate, if something like this happens again, that you would bring the injured person here, just to be safe," Fraiser said.
"You have my word, if I need help to help them, I will get help," Sabin stated.
Fraiser didn't look pleased, but knew that was all he was going to agree to.
"Well, I see you've met our good Dr. Janet Fraiser," Jack said to Mike.
"Yes, and you are right in everything you've told me about her," Mike said.
"Oh really?" Fraiser asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what have you heard?"
"Nothing but good things," Mike said. "Except that penlights are weapons of torture."
"Well Mike, I think Maggie is expecting you for dinner," Jack interrupted.
"Wait just a minute; penlights, weapons of torture?" she asked, not letting them off that easily. "Who told you that? As if I didn't know?" she asked, giving a glare to Jack.
Jack gave a slight cough, not making eye contact.
"I see," Fraiser stated as the General entered the infirmary.
"General," Sam said.
"At ease, Captain. Well, I see you all have already gathered for a briefing. I take it whatever you guys did within the firing range was the cause of the power fluctuation?"
"Yes sir," Sam said.
"It was my spell. I, er, put a little bit too much power in it, sir," Jack explained.
"I gathered as much. You know you dented the reinforced, titanium wall, Colonel?"
"Um, no I didn't sir."
"We are going to need to find a safer place for you to learn spells, since I know you are going to stick with this until you get it either way, and, after seeing the dent, this can be a very valuable tool against the Goa'uld. Were those three charred dummy remains a result from the spell as well?" Hammond asked, not reacting at all the way Jack or the others would have thought.
"That was Guardian Sabin, General Hammond," Teal'c answered.
Hammond didn't seem surprised before turning to Mike.
"Ah, and Mr. McGonagall, your wife called. She wanted me to remind you that dinner is still ready," he said. "And she expects you home soon."
"Yes, thank you sir."
"Colonel, tomorrow at 0800 we will come up with a plan to have you safely learn to use your wand. We can't have power fluctuations and damaged walls happening all the time," Hammond said.
"Yes sir."
After the rather confusing and rapid conversation, the General left and the others went up with Mike to escort him to the black suburban waiting to take him home. They knew how unwise it was to keep Maggie waiting.
"Well, thanks for the tour, Jack," Mike said before entering the car.
"Anytime you want to come by for a visit, just have them call me up to let you in," Jack said, Sabin waving beside him.
"I will," Mike said.
"Bye, Mc!" Sabin said, the others saying bye as well as the Corporal shut the door.
After they watched Mike leave in the suburban, they reentered Cheyenne Mountain, Sabin already having come up with a plan for Jack to learn safely…
- - -
The days after Mike's visit, their problems in Jack learning magic without risk of damaging himself, the base, or others was greatly reduced thanks to Sabin's Zone he placed in one of the old large storage rooms.
Sabin would have to be with Jack whenever he practiced, since the other half of the zone needed him to provide a constant supply of magic (such as the cushions behind Jack), but other than that, it was perfect.
Daniel and Sam went into their studies as well. Sam delved into the art of potion making, while Daniel went deeply into the histories of the magical world. Even Teal'c studied, going into the Goblin Wars, taking in the tactics they used and even some of their fighting styles.
The following three days were nearly non-stop learning for SG-1, and the rest of the SGC personnel knew to steer clear when SG-1 and Sabin came out to eat.
Nearly everyone had a heart attack when Jack whipped out his wand and stated, quite firmly, "Accio pies!"
Jack and the others got their pies, but this left the cafeteria having to order more, since the rest was all over the wall until Jack smiled and waved his wand at the wall, stating, "Scourgify!"
"Ooo, very nice. Didn't know it would clean that well," Jack said. "Who would have thought that gray wall was supposed to be blue?"
SG-1 and Sabin were so busy learning, they nearly forgot about the Legion meeting the next day, until Hammond reminded them.
"Colonel, are you and Sabin ready for tomorrow?" Hammond asked.
"Tomorrow?" Jack asked, but then he remembered. "Oh! Tomorrow—Legion, Meeting, Guardian, got it. Yes, sir. We are."
"Very good. They shall meet the two of you on the helicopter pad tomorrow at 1400 hours," Hammond said.
"Yes sir," Jack said, Sabin nodding beside him. "Tomorrow, the Legion shall meet the Guardian, and from there we'll see if the other nations will too."
"Yup," Sabin agreed.
This should be interesting…Jack thought.- - -
Coming up: Enter, the Guardian
A/N: Through a minor/major mistake, I overlooked the fact that Mike would now see Teal'c's seal. Let us, for the sake of mercy, just say that it was discussed that lunch and Mike took it in good stride. I don't wish to go back and add a scene or something similar, so hopefully you all can forgive me and live with it since I am well into writing the next part :P